Posts Tagged ‘satirical poetry’

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He that treats his herbs with contempt,
Eyes the beautiful African woman with disgust.
Yet scraps his torn pocket for white capsules
Sits for hours to watch a white lie in the glass,
Only to spit a wad of cola at the sound of Atumpan.

“I hate African leaders”
The anthem he so proudly sings
Yet lives like the mouse in his own house.
Preaches the gospel of white supremacy ,
To the glory of the white heaven.

He that looks to the setting sun
Cursing the very day of his naming
Like he came from the womb of a western goddess.
Making me as myself,
Did he suck a white breast ?

Chastising the scent of dear apapransa
Only to salivate over an imaginary pizza
But leaves no trace of kenkey in seconds.
He that knows not the route to his native airport,
Yet prides himself with the history of JFK

Self acclaimed political analyst,
The icon of pure family mismanagement.
So proud to endorse BBC and DW
Yet fails to use the thump to validate
his critique.
The general of matured incompetence.

Wishing to be treated like a king
Though have achieved nothing.
With a belly like a decorated pumpkin
You deserve nothing but flogging
Dear Honorable Black Racist.

NOTE:
I AM NOT A RACIST,  HAVE NEVER BEEN OR WILL EVER BE.
I APPRECIATE THE WORKS OF EACH RACE AND ADMIRE THEM FOR WHAT THEY STAND FOR.

BUT I HATE AFRICANS WHO SPEND THEIR LIVES LIKE A NAGGING WIFE BUT FAIL TO MAKE AN IMPACT IN THEIR OWN SMALL WAY.

IT TAKES ALL IF US TO MAKE AFRICA THE HEAVEN WE WISH IT TO BE,
IF ONLY WE GET OFF OUR BLACK BUTS AND WORK IT OUT TILL WE SEE SUCCESS SMILING AT US BECAUSE WE DESERVED IT.

#THMpoetry © 2017

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Behind me is the ancient clock
It continues with its anthem of tick tock
At the time I wore smock
Hiding what is in stock
For I feared the black lock.

Making waves behind the block
For in front, mouths are ready to mock
On the rusty doors I knock
As I brace myself for whatever shock.
For behind me is the sacred rock.

Finding whale on the dry dock.
As I bare my back for the hawk
With nothing to boast of but a red sock
I leave you to gawk.
As you feast on your hock.

My time now nears
As I put to rest my fears
The whispers only He hears
For my sake you shall spill your beers
As you crave to render your cheers.

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RAT HOLE

Posted: July 2, 2015 in HARD NUTS
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In my rat whole I have coiled,
Having nothing but leaves to cover myself.
Eating from my stomach for all around me is dark.
Breathing my life out for I’m empty Feeling itches but dare not scratch
For the little I have may peel off.

Scared to yawn for I may starve to death
Air from above comes with no comfort
Why the need to rise?
I shall fold in my hole.
Heat from my stench makes me want to peek
But I fear for my eyes

Silence has been my words
Quietness my only noise
I find myself humming
For that is my anthem
My tongue is heavy
But no one seems interested
My rat hole, my podium.

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WHO I AM

Posted: April 29, 2015 in THE NEGRO
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)ban no dɛn?
Bɔn bɛn na medze yɛɛ wo?
Dɛ edze adaadaa dze ebowia me yaayaw
Aww bɔn bɛn?
Hwɛ dɛ me nfɛfo dze awerɛhow tse hɔ
Aso dɛm na nyamesɛm kyerɛ wo?
Anaa nnyɛ dɛm na ɛse?
Ɔdabraba nyi, me ma wo mbo!

Kyerɛ, me nka pɔtɔ kasa
Dzaa edɛ ɛtse no a
You come my land
We live here in asomdwee
Yes! we are asomdwee
You come say God God God!
You think say we know know?
We pray to Onyame.

Is He teach you to take freedom?
Is He lead you to us??
Then I say He is not God
You say you pure
I say you dirty!
Yes you are!
My father’s blood is on you

Afei tsei ma ɔnto wo dɛ
Ami nye me ara
W’adaadaa ntum nhy3 me kan do
Fa wo akotorka dɛɛdɛw no fir aha fir
Na mɔko ama me amanbrɛ
Ɔno na ɔkyer3 me bɔbew
Na ny3 dzaa aba do nyi bia
Dzaa me wɔ no ky3lɛn wo egudze
That is who I am.

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